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Fee
's
eyes
were
no
longer
up
to
anything
beyond
the
uttermost
effort
of
keeping
the
books
,
but
the
mind
at
back
of
those
smudged
pupils
was
as
acute
as
ever
.
"
How
could
I
possibly
know
what
Justine
just
told
you
?
"
she
inquired
mildly
,
regarding
the
green
cookies
with
a
slight
shudder
.
"
Because
sometimes
it
strikes
me
that
you
and
Jussy
have
little
secrets
from
me
,
and
now
,
the
moment
my
daughter
finishes
telling
me
her
news
,
in
you
walk
when
you
never
do
.
"
"
Mmmmmm
,
at
least
they
taste
better
than
they
look
,
"
commented
Fee
,
nibbling
.
"
I
assure
you
,
Meggie
,
I
do
n't
encourage
your
daughter
to
conspire
with
me
behind
your
back
.
What
have
you
done
to
upset
the
applecart
now
,
Justine
?
"
she
asked
,
turning
to
where
Justine
was
pouring
her
sponge
mixture
into
greased
and
floured
tins
.
"
I
told
Mum
I
was
going
to
be
an
actress
,
Nanna
,
that
's
all
.
"
"
That
's
all
,
eh
?
Is
it
true
,
or
only
one
of
your
dubious
jokes
?
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
true
.
I
'm
starting
at
the
Culloden
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
well
!
"
said
Fee
,
leaning
against
the
table
and
surveying
her
own
daughter
ironically
.
"
Is
n't
it
amazing
how
chidren
have
minds
of
their
own
,
Meggie
?
"
Meggie
did
n't
answer
.
"
Do
you
disapprove
,
Nanna
?
"
Justine
growled
,
ready
to
do
battle
.
